I’m going to pretend the Canucks game tonight did not happen so I can focus on happy things. Like random throwbacks to childhood when you least expect them.
I was wandering downtown amongst the Olympics shenanigans when the Underground theme from Super Mario Brothers 2 grabbed my ear. I didn’t really get into video games past the 32-bit generation, and Super Mario 2 was always one of my favorites, and I love the music. It feels old-timey. Older-timey than the 20 years ago when the game was current.
I was so impressed by how complete the rendition was – I’m pretty sure they went through the entire game! That takes love. Or dedication, at least. It takes something that not everybody has. I hardly ever give anything to anybody, but I chucked a few bucks their way.
It’s been a few days since the fire went out, and I still feel like the city is still recovering. I don’t really know. I’ve been between work and home and barely anywhere else since the hockey game. The Paralympic Torch Relay has begun and many attractions will remain open or will reopen for the Paralympics. With the reduced lineups, I might go somewhere other than the crowded streets of downtown. I hope the lineups aren’t too reduced though; I hope we show the visitors for the Paralympics as much of a good time as we did for the Olympics.
Saturdays are strange days for me. I usually wake up early, just before daylight breaks. I wake up with a sense of dread, because I work Saturdays.
I’ll waste most of the morning sipping chai and staring jealously at the cat who likes to hang out in our living room. It’s too easy to envy big fluffy sleepy kitties. There’s too much to be jealous of.
I’ll get to work, which will fly by. It’s hard to complain about working Saturdays when you’re surrounded by people who are working on Saturday, because once you’ve managed to get to work the only real challenge is to remain there, which is really easy to do what with inertia and all that.
In a few short hours, my weekend will finally belong to me, and this morning will flee my memory for another week, and I’ll feel as though my day has barely begun.
But for now, I’m stuck counting hours. So far, there are eight of them. With a rainy commute and the arduous task of getting dressed ahead of me, that sounds like too many hours. I get up too early on Saturdays.
Wow, this post itself was yet another excuse to avoid getting on with my day. Congratulations, self.
It’s silly, but it thrills me to see my city on TV constantly. It’s nothing new; at any given moment, there are at least 45 kajillion TV shows or movies filming in Vancouver, and if you’re from here, you’re either employed in the film industry or know people who are.
But that’s different. As a filming location, Vancouver is usually dressed up to look like some other location, like outer space, or the town Superman’s from, or even the Bronx (beware of rumbles). Right now, every majestic skyline and sparkling aerial view is clearly and accurately labelled with both location and year. Vancouver 2010! That’s right! That’s exactly where and when I am! (more…)
After today’s hockey victory, not to mention all the medals, Scott and I made a quick trip downtown to collect a few high-fives. We were in and out in less than an hour, and got everything out of it that we needed: we sang O Canada with strangers, high-fived strangers, shouted “WOOOOOOOO!!!!!” with strangers, and glanced sympathetically at a Russia fan. (more…)
